Eric Northman Vampire Novels & Stories

he hissed. “I come in peace,” the vampire’s voice sounded in his mind. He tightened his hands. He knew it was no use…it was not like he could strangle him to death. “She would be proud of you,” the vampire said. How dare he talk about her? Eric reached back to his waist and gripped his dagger. He held it to the vampire’s neck. He would need a bigger blade to cut his head clean off, but for now, this would have to suffice. The dagger was a special blade that would weaken him and keep him from teleporting away until Eric could get his sword…or simply tear his head off with his hands.

I open my eyes fully and glare at him before saying, “You have a lot of nerve doing this. Why are the vampires attacking us and why are you working for them?” He leans closer and then replies, “Who says I am working for them?” and then he punches me in the face so hard that I black out again. This time when I wake up, I don’t open my eyes because I hear another strange voice speaking to him, or shall I say commanding him. “Don’t screw up. You did good with her, but Eric will prove to be much more of a problem because he has been alerted already. Now go. I will take her and dispose of her.”

He went about barking orders and threats to one of the most dangerous werewolves around. The way Eric spoke with so much authority and flair made Adams feel like he was certain of the outcome if he was to engage them all in a fight. Also as he spoke of a vampire impersonating him, Adams' mind quickly went straight to that vampire he saw in Lucian's underground apartment. Although Lucian was claiming not to know anything about the vampire to Eric, Adams was certain that he knew that vampire and that vampire was the same one Eric Damian was speaking of. Adams' heart raced as he imagined the possibility of Lucian and the vampire working together to get rid of Eric Damian.

Impulsivity would get her killed. A twig snapped nearby. My head whipped up, a growl building in my chest. There, silhouetted against the glass, was a figure I hated more than any other. Erik. The vampire looked like he’d been dragged through hell and back. His clothes were shredded, his hair a chaotic mess, but he stood with a rigid, unnerving composure. A mischievous smile played on his lips, but it didn’t reach his eyes. They were a dark, blood crimson, not the feigned green he usually wore.

I didn’t know how old he was, but Vi had made a face and said, “He is ancient.” “She said that Connor had been turned into a vampire after he was killed. His mate...is dead.” Eric faltered at the end. I saw Andrew’s eyes fill with pity before he nodded. Whom did he feel pity for? “And?” he prodded. “She said that he somehow still retained his magic and has been living undercover for as long as she could remember,” I replied because Eric had become silent all of a sudden.

No, Baba, please, Baba, don't do this to me, I am your daughter too, please, Baba. ****** Name of King Elam in Vampire Word ... People trembled with fear because of the headlines in his eyes all the time, which made him even more frightening. His silence was mysterious. Everything was done at his beck and call. People were amazed at his appearance. He was unparalleled in beauty. Girls were just toys for him. She was a very beautiful and delicate girl. She was barely seventeen years old. Her resistance had given him a strange relief. He called the guard inside through the intercom. Who was now waiting for the order with his head bowed?

Xavier said, shaking his head as I gave Ryan a hesitant nod. He stepped closer, tugging down the neckline of my dress just enough to see the mark clearly. I stiffened slightly at the closeness. It felt strange being this near to another vampire. Then the front door creaked open. Ryan froze, his hand dropping from my neck like he’d touched fire. We both turned. Valerian stood in the doorway, cold eyes locked on Ryan as he strode toward us with silent menace. “Daft,” Xavier muttered under his breath.

The children with Elsa hid under the table and they called Elsa from there. “Hide, pretty lady. The vampire will come for you.” As the crowd dispersed, Elsa saw a tall man with a woman in his arms. When the vampire turned his face towards Elsa with the woman, she froze at the sight. The man who killed Iris. Elsa felt her eyes warm and clouded with tears and the memory flashed in her head of her best friend’s pain and crying.

He takes a step back and then regains his composure. He is a vampire! Earlier he was either trying to read my mind or compel me. Why didn't he? Why didn't it work? I have no choice but to accept it. “Fine, point proven.” Well, fuck, they are real! I only assumed it was a possibility based on my research, but now I'm in the room with two vampires and a guy who could be a werewolf. Also, why am I not afraid? Why am I curiously aroused? Eric breaks my thoughts, “I am a vampire, too, as was my wife.”

I was sure he would eventually understand that everything was out of my control. There was a knock at the door. Daemon opened it to find Captain Aeon, Alise, Alastair and another non-Fae male with him. The male was tall and less bulky than us Wolf-Shifters. He was also quite pale, like Alastair. I surmised that this must be the Vampire Commander we were waiting for. "Welcome. You must be the commander we are waiting for," announced Daemon. "Indeed," he answered, smiling. "I am Commander Eric, but please just call me Eric. I have brought a hundred warriors with me. Seeing how your Wolf-Shifters work with my Vampires will be interesting."